42

42 what a size
suppose it's the booby prize
some find them a treat
a long time since I seen my feet
buttons used to pop
now they just flop
of men I despair
their eyes focus 'there'
it's hard not to look like a tart
they cover a really big heart

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ireland, IRL

Comments

thanks eph x

Sueb According to THHGTTU

42 is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything.
I suppose they are right LOL..
At least someone like that cannot fall flat on their face.
Just thinking aloud, or is it not allowed to think, Yours Sparrow.
PS:- I think I nearly dropped a boob there????? Shush Sparrow you will wake Ian.T.
(THHGTTU:- The hitch hikers guide to the Universe)

thanks Ian x

Hi Sue

I'm glad you were up front in the meaning....Did it feel good to get that off your chest?.....I try to stay abreast of your work ((help, help, I've started and can't stop)) These remarks probably make me seem a boob....this poem doesn't fall flat......aaarrrrgh....lmao......................stan

Hi Stan

Hi Stan
thanks for the laugh you gave me glad you enjoyed this silly little one cheers x

Hello Sue.

As the husband of a woman graced with a size of 44-FF, I find myself in the unenviable position of being one of those men that you despair of, and often find myself castigated, in spite of 21 years of marriage.

Heehee.

I love this poem, Sue, it is simple, funny, and oh so true.

42

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thanks eph x

Sueb According to THHGTTU

thanks Ian x

Hi Sue

Hi Stan

Hello Sue.

Hi Jim this was wrote in

Hi Sue

Stan

Hi Stan if you want to write

I think pecker has been written already

thanks frenchf x

do you know

thanks x

thanks for the response ma'am

oops sorry yes I did very